Headless Horse Ride

Zyra groaned and doubled over putting a hand against the gravestones. Her stomach gurgled as the alcohol inside her sloshed. She had definitely drunk too much again. It was just so good, the stuff they put out. None of that mulled wine rubbish. The three witches really knew how to throw a party. She groaned as she clutched her gurgling stomach.

Cold wind blew through the fake graveyard. Zyra shivered as she sat behind a gravestone, rubbing her arms gently. Too hard and she would rub all the paint off she had put onto herself to make this costume. Though in the end she barely wore anything other than the body paint. Not even a bra. She was proud of that though, she got to show her melons to the world and nobody would notice. Not that she had any nipples anymore for people to notice, her magic having blasted them off years ago. The crumbling dust she had put on top of it all had been the real killer, the patchy stonework, rotting roots and leaf skirt pulling it all together. Undead plant lady would rise again. And miss most of the party at this rate she thought to herself. It was too damn hot inside she cursed. Too many bodies adding to the heat. And outside it was absolutely freezing with this wind. Her eyes spied the maze. The hedges were high enough that only a giant would be able to see over the top of them.

Zyra dashed towards the maze, breasts bouncing, and ducked inside the entrance. She clutched her stomach then walked slowly through it, not really paying attention where she was going. She would find the middle without even trying, the hedges would guide her there without her even having to lift a finger. The queasiness from her stomach just made the going slow. She would be fine in a couple of minutes she was sure.


Hecarim wondered how long he had been in here. Alright, seeing out of a flaming pumpkin head didn't exactly make it easy but he was certain that animals had an instinctual way of finding the right way, like how cows all go to the tops of hills before an earthquake or tsunami is going to happen. And he was half horse wasn't he? He had most of what came with being a horse. Besides the ability to eat grass. Good to know that even being half horse his appendix was as useless as ever. He groaned as he wandered through the maze. He really wanted something more to drink. He wasn't drunk enough for this. Morgana had been kind enough to bring out a massive cup for him filled with the shared alcohol but it was hardly enough. The horse part took a lot to take down and it was really itching for some more. It was good stuff, really warmed him up. A positive seeing as he was stuck outside in the cold. He muscles felt stiff and he stretched as he walked forwards, his costume straining to be off his body.

Oh. Hecarim smiled awkwardly to himself. Good thing they had included the pouch in the costume. Oh god he was getting hot. And he was alone. Nobody would see. There was nothing to worry about. Hecarim smiled to himself. He could even risk it in here. He would need more space to move around in but everyone else would be inside, drinking their asses off. The middle. There was meant to be a bench there and plenty of space for "The midnight rituals" Morgana had stressed about but then laughed at. It'll just be a massive ring in the middle with a backless bench she had said. It's just Tristana who likes to play all the pomp and theatricality. Hecarim turned the next corner and desperately started looking for the centre of the maze. There at least he could get some relief in that damned maze.

A left here. A right there. Isn't there like a North Star or something that you can follow? Hecarim shook his pumpkin masked head and groaned as he walked onwards. A couple of circles later and several times passing that same tree that looked like the Hoff lead to a curved hedge. The middle. Yes, he was almost there. He followed it round, one hand running through the hedge until he spied the entrance. He walked through, poking his head around first to be met with a surprise of even more plants.

Zyra lay on the bench in the very centre of the circle. Hecarim watched from the very entrance of the circle as his mind replayed back his relationship with the milf of their weird group. They really were an all ages group but Zyra was by far the oldest of them all though her body often argued otherwise. And she often flaunted that fact to the jealousy of the other younger members who did their best to look trim. Hecarim smiled as he got a full view of her body then sighed as he realised he wouldn't be able to do it with her here. She hadn't noticed him yet, she was probably resting her eyes after drinking too much. Or maybe…

Hecarim walked over slowly, his hooves deliverable clomping into the ground to make his presence known. Zyra's head came up into view and she watched him carefully. They had never really spoken that much so he didn't really know how to breach the conversation.

"I…"

"Got lost?" Zyra propped herself up on her elbows and raised an eyebrow at him. He rolled his eyes and walked over to her.

"Of course. Glad I've finally found the middle. There was a prize here right?" he asked and feigned looking around the circle. It was hard trying to keep his eyes off her. Zyra sat up and crossed her legs, hugging herself slightly as she put her arms under her breasts.

She looked at him with another raised eyebrow "That was half an hour ago Hecarim,"

Half an hour ago? "Well… Guess I'm not that good at mazes," He said as he stood next to the bench. "Mind if I stand here?"

Zyra rolled her eyes "You're terrible at mazes. And don't you mean sit here?"

"Horses sleep standing up. We don't sit," Hecarim shrugged.

"You're not sleeping and you're not a horse," Zyra said, rubbing her arms as she squeezed her breasts unconsciously in them.

"More horse than most realise," Hecarim said matter-of-factly. His stomach squirmed with nervousness. Suggestion. That was it. Seem innocent. Make it all her own idea. Let her come to it on her own without pointing it out. He swallowed. The plan was a long shot but it's what people did on Halloween right?

"Want me to lead you out?" Zyra looked up at him. He gulped again. "I can easily find my way around all these bushes," She waved her hand dismissively.

"Nah," He shrugged and stretched, the pouch straining as his body rippled in one smooth motion. "I'm finally here. Might as well enjoy it. Nobody else is gonna come here," Oh god don't look at her. She was looking up at him with her mouth open slightly. Little clouds of vapour appeared from her mouth. Her lips were grey from the body paint but so plump and smooth. Her long brown hair spiralled off her head and down her back into more smooth body. Her shoulders rolled as she rubbed herself down, her long fingers wrapping around her slender arms. Her forearms cupped her breasts, pushing them up, increasing her bust. His pouch strained as he watched them, noticing she didn't wear a bra. But nobody had said anything Hecarim noticed. Maybe she was more sexual than he first thought. Her back was also uncovered, smooth and simple, showing the singular line running down that was her spine made him think of statues and sculptures. It lead down to her waist, thinner than he had realised, flatter than he had thought it possible for someone her age - then down to her hips. They were the only things that were actually covered on her. Her ass, and other more intimate parts covered by the leaf skirt she had made for the costume. Then her thighs, the thick thighs that were wrapped in leaves and vines. They squashed up against one another, rubbing each other gently as she constantly crossed and uncrossed her legs. Her large feet were uncovered and also grey. He could see every toe and the smooth arch of it.

Hecarim quickly averted his eyes as he noticed he had been staring for too long. Zyra hadn't noticed. She gripped her elbows to stop her hands from going down into her skirt and rubbing her pussy. Gods she was horny. She hadn't had sex in ages now that she thought about it. Or at least good sex. Sex that she would enjoy. She liked the bigger but thinner men personally, at least for the flings that she usually had. They were easier to walk over, their fake confidence handed to them by their height. Sure she was smaller than she would've liked to be but it just made it easier to persuade them. But now. Now was an emergency. She had hoped that she could lead Hecarim out so she could have some alone time. She just hoped his nose wasn't that good cause she could smell herself. Smell her sloppy entrance that was waiting to be pounded. She needed a good pounding, not one where she walked all over them. But someone gave it to her as good as she gave it to them. Her fingers would have to do. There was no one else around other than the horse.

She gulped. The horse. More horse than she realised. Zyra's stomach dropped as if she had just jumped off a bridge. Wearing nothing but that bungee rope that never looked as if it would hold. Her lungs suddenly demanded more air as she looked over at the stallion next to her. He would've looked dashing in the full highwayman outfit he had put on. The flaming pumpkin ruined it but she honestly didn't concentrate on that. All attention went over to his flank. The thick muscles of his horse half held his body still whilst he stood. She could see their lines going all the way to his hind legs underneath the cloak. But more importantly. There underneath the cloak around his back half were straps. Straps and a massive piece of leather under his legs. It bulged. It was straining, threatening to spring free if not for the small silver hooks holding the straps in place. Zyra watched it. A hand disentangled itself and slipped over her breast, squeezing the fleshy orb between her fingers. She wanted it. Fear filled her lust-addled mind as reason tried to scream its way past the aphrodisiac in her system. No. There was no one else around.

She needed it.

Zyra was terrified. Though it didn't stop her.

"Hecarim. What's the pouch for?"

Hecarim hadn't actually planned this far. He honestly hadn't expected any of it to work. A woman. A human woman. Was asking about his cock. His heart shook as he pondered what to say next, the 0.5 seconds he had. He was used to having mares. Sure interspecies wasn't really much of a problem these days, Shyvanna was basically living proof of this, but it usually came with its own problems. He found human women beautiful, they were absolutely stunning but none would think of having sex with him. He bred other mares, ones who could take him. They were beautiful too but even he had often thought of the other species. He doubted that no man hadn't in these times. The demons like Evelynn or the Vastaya like Ahri. Who hadn't thought of it? Smooth. Make her cross the distance first.

"It's my cock pouch," He said, his voice shaking slightly. She glanced up at him then her eyes immediately went straight down to the pouch. He wanted her. And be damned if he wasn't going to get her. His hands became possessive as it reached down and cupped her face, pulling her eyes up until she stared eye to eye with him. Time to see if this shot in the dark worked.

"Want to see it Zyra?"

Zyra stared into the pumpkin and saw through the mess of orange, saw the determined eyes of the centaur behind it. She didn't respond. Her body went by pure instinct right now. Her hunger, her furnace was now insatiable. She knew nothing of what would happen when she crossed the line. Her hands instead went forwards to Hecarim's flank and slid down his body. Such thick strong muscles rippled under her touch, not used to a foreign touch, a delicate touch. The smooth texture changed to leather as she went further down. Her fingers happened upon the metal hook holding it all in place. Zyra swallowed. She knelt so that the pouch was in front of her face. Then she unhooked it.

It flopped out. It almost hit her face as it sprung out in a wide arc from its confines. It was, well, a horse cock. Obviously. It was longer than her arm. It was thicker than her arm. It was hardening, the strength of the muscle looking as powerful as one of his legs. And was black, the first half a lighter tone than the second even thicker half.

Zyra shook in fear but she couldn't stop her lust. Her hand reached out. It touched the long thick member, then dragged its way down it. She gulped as she knelt, getting under the beast carefully and came face to face with the thing she had unleashed. She saw Hecarim paw the ground with his hooves. He was shaking too she realised, comforting her a little. However she still had no idea how she was going to deal with this thing. She never thought about anything like this before. She was certain her magic would help keep herself together but other than that, this was unchartered territory. She wrapped her other hand around it and started pulling herself up and down it. It was stupid to even try anything else. How this would fit… she wasn't even sure if it was possible but her body wanted to try.

Hecarim groaned as the woman below him did what she could to pleasure him before the main event. There was little preparation they could do though he realised as him going down to prepare her wasn't really gonna happen unless he sprawled on the floor and would most likely have a hard time getting up again. He shook as pleasure flowed through him, the delicate hands of the older woman going up and down his length. He wondered if she had ever done something like this before. His cock twitched as she gently rubbed the slightly flared head. He almost jumped as he felt something wet touch it. Her tongue started lathering the head of his dick, uselessly trying to cover the entire of it. He held back his natural buck as pleasure started filling him. He didn't want to smack her in the face with his appendage. Zyra however had other ideas. He felt her start to cover more and more of his member as she hugged it, pressing her entire body up against it. Her soft body pressed pleasurably into him and he couldn't hold back. He bucked, his cock rubbing up against her, thoughts of filling her completely taking over. Nervousness filled him, his arms itching, and palms sweaty. He wanted more. God knows what would happen next.

It was more comfortable to work with now. Still terrifying but after a while it had become more natural to pleasure the stallion. Grains of pleasure trickled through her as skin pressed against skin. Her furnace burned hot, liquids spewing out of her snatch. It trickled down her legs causing them to itch. She wanted it. Now. She didn't wait any longer for her mind to argue. For her emotions to get in the way. She flipped around onto her hands and knees then pushed herself up onto all fours. Her ass was parked up into the air and she shuffled backwards, blindly trying to find the large member. Zyra jumped as she felt Hecarim place it against her pussy. Oh this was not enough preparation. She quickly thought out every single spell she possibly could in hopes of it somehow saving her. Panicking as the pressure against her pussy grew and grew, she dropped her head to the ground and used her hands to open her nether lips wider in some hope it would change things. Her lust filled mind filled her body with anticipation as it pushed past her lips in one big push.

It slammed into her painfully. The ground absorbed most of her screams as she bit into it. The feeling of being bloated had never applied to her since then. Her hands shook as they dropped from holding herself open to the floor limply. Her stomach burbled below her. She dared not to look at it. Shaking, her hand came up and dragged along her stomach. She could feel it. The massive bulge. Her fingers felt the shape of the cock's head, her insides stretching to take him. It. Shaking, her entire body convulsed in pain, then pleasure came through as it did. Fear filled her with the stretching that she could feel. Oh gods. He was going to split her in two. Her hips had never felt this big before, her butt pushing out more than squats would ever do for her. She gasped as her entire body contorted to take the horse cock. Her lungs sucked in what air they could, her entire body weak as her muscles spasmed around the meaty cock. It was only getting better. Pleasure flowed through her with every squirm and writhe. She was going to cum just by having him in her, her lust filled body forcing her to feel pleasure through the pain. He wasn't even moving yet.

Hecarim felt glorious. Nothing had been as tight as this. No mare could compare to this. He drew back and thrusted in again, eager to get as deep as he possibly could. She could only fit on about half of it but it was more than enough. He groaned loudly as he pulled back and smashed back into her. She was braced by the ground so it was just a matter of her body holding up. But she was older, more experienced his lust filled mind reasoned.

A thrusting frenzy started. The cock spread her wide as Zyra howled into the night. The sounds of wet slaps and squidges came forth as liquids splattered across the copulating duo. Pleasure rippled through Zyra as her entire body almost breathed in and out with the cock. It was impossible to make it less painful and more pleasurable with her limbs unable to contribute to anything. She felt her orgasm come down once, then twice as it slammed into her. Her pussy tightened around the massive cunt breaking member feebly. Suddenly, Hecarim couldn't hold it any longer, the pleasure overcoming him, his lungs screaming for air. His cock twitching, he forced himself as deep as he could into Zyra as he unleashed his seed into the moist hole he was plugging. Zyra groaned incoherently as her body trembled and stretched to take his cum. Her stomach ballooned as rope after white rope of horse cum filled her.

The horse above her collapsed down onto the ground. With a loud pop, the meaty horse cock disconnected itself from her lips allowing a torrent of white to escape like a burst pipe. Pain filled Zyra's body as she felt her body try and repair the damage done to her for her. She almost punched herself. At least she was still alive but that was the damn most stupid thing to do. She looked over at the horse next to her. She wanted to go over. She placed a hand on her stomach and waited for her womb to empty itself, the puddle of sticky liquids getting bigger and bigger by her ass. Her body shook painfully as it returned to its normal proportions as if it was surprised to be back to normal. Zyra gasped, sucking in air for her lungs. She coughed hard, to get all the unwanted tremors still going through her body. Her coughing fit eventually finished and, with some effort, sat up. Zyra immediately regretted it. Pain sprung through her, pleasure hot on its heels but pain nevertheless. Her nether lips screamed at her as they twitched and tightened. She groaned, slumping over to her hands and knees. She put her hand forwards, and each hand afterwards felt like she was carrying bags of stones with her as she dragged herself towards Hecarim.

She eventually made it to the downed centaur and sat up against his belly. She patted it weakly and slumped against him. She panted as she lay there, listening to him pant just as hard. Silence filled the small circle as they sat in the middle of the maze. Zyra swallowed and closed her eyes.

"Well that was the stupidest horse ride I've ever had," She said placing her hands on her stomach.

"In soviet Russia, horse rides you," Hecarim said back in a terrible Russian accent.

Zyra laughed and laughed loudly. Her stomach hurt with every laugh. She curled up and nuzzled into his stomach. "This is the worst situation for that joke ever,"

Hecarim smiled. "Well. Isn't that what you're meant to do? Make a pretty girl laugh?"

Zyra smiled to herself, knowing that Hecarim couldn't see her.

She was still terrified. She had no idea what was going to happen next because of what they just did. Her body was probably changed for life. But honestly, she was in for the wild ride.


Still looking for D&D players and BetaReaders. Doing a piratey/city defense styled campaign

Ignore this bit, these are just my thoughts.

Would you believe it! A person threatened to take down one of my stories! The same person from 2 years ago! Would you damn believe it! Sir, I respect the fact you're a little shit that has nothing to do, but seriously, get a life XD

And feeling like utter shit again today. Man. I just wanna write some stuff. I want to go film stuff, I want to get a job, and I want to have my strength back. I hate it when my body just wants me to lay in bed and do nothing because everything hurts.

I've gotta cultivate a proper mindset. Like one, I need to keep thinking. I need to keep it up. I can't just go through days not thinking or questioning anything. I need to keep writing down these thoughts. And I want my own place, a place where I can flourish and meet people. And I want a dog. And a cat. But first, lets get a job and keep thinking. I need to keep thinking. Not thinking will just keep me in this rut. I wont heal. It happened 2 years ago when the Ex was here. You just didn't think. You had panic attacks make you think. You haven't got that this time (Both a blessing and a curse) so your constant reminder isn't there anymore. You haven't got that anxiety to remind you you're still fighting (I know, I used anxiety to my advantage to get over mental illness. I'm adaptable if anything first)

God I've got so much I wanna do. Like. It's just piling up. There's just so much I want to do in my life and yet I can't feel like doing any of it. I fucking hate this depression. I hate it with a passion. There's so much. So much I wanna do, I spent years figuring out what I wanted and then when I'm finally making a start on it I have depression again. I want to be whole again. I want to be the person who pursues with abandon.

Today I felt something in my gut. It was small and not really that significant but it dropped me out of my stupor. It was this gurgling of emotion. Like a big beast from a mythical land rumbling in its sleep. Like a sleeping dragon coughing right by Bilbo Baggins. I felt nervousness today. As well as anger and a little bit of anticipation. And anxiety. All of these emotions were small. As I said, really freaking small, as if a couple of coins of the mountain of gold that Smaug sits on started rolling down the pile. But they were there. I even had enough in me to think about the heart I put into stories. To read the reviews which told me I was amazing. It was weird, but it brought about so much hope. I've been apathetic for a bit now, around 6 months of going in and out (I was feeling kinda good as Uni ended but then dropped again) but this makes me hope for more.

And I feel like crap again. Well, was good whilst it lasted.

Oh fuck no. Worse than crap. Shit. Anxiety back. Not good. Not good at all. I dealt with this. I don't wanna deal with this anymore. I spent 2 years getting over you anxiety. You can go fuck off as well. You're worse than depression.

This is either a good thing that I can feel anxiety and it's waking me up from the apathy. Or this is my anxiety coming back and it can go rightly fuck off.

Have you ever thought about symbols? I have a lot. Like how they can be hijacked. It's weird. You know the German swastika? That was originally a symbol used by one of the greatest artists ever, Hokusai. The confederate flag is now considered a symbol of black oppression and even Pepe the freaking frog is now a symbol for white right wing extremists. Why do we have to kill off these symbols? Why do we have to cut away our history? I'm not sure there's a right answer here but it just hurts to see something so full of history, so amazing, like Hokusai, become a symbol for something eviler. Why can't we get rid of the associations? What does it take to understand a symbol?